Novels by De Rich

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, I made my way back to the Silver Fang Pack territory," I murmured to myself, my steps steady but my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. "The shaman's revelation weighs heavily on me," I admitted quietly, my thoughts consumed by the prospect of finding a cure for my curse. "But perhaps, just perhaps, there's a glimmer of hope on the horizon," I mused, feeling a newfound determination stir within me. "If there's even a chance of breaking free from this curse, I'll pursue it with all I have," I resolved, my heart swelling with a mix of anticipation and resolve.Upon reaching my doorstep, I noticed a figure standing in the fading light, waiting patiently. It was the shaman, his weathered face illuminated by the soft glow of twilight. Surprise flickered in my eyes as I approached him."Shaman," I greeted him, my voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What brings you here?"The shaman turned to face me, his gaze

As the alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, my days were filled with the constant responsibilities of maintaining pack logistics and ensuring the well-being of our members. It was amidst these bustling activities that Sabrina, my fate mate, approached me with a significant revelation.‌"Sabrina," I acknowledged her presence as she entered the packhouse, her expression betraying a mix of nervousness and determination.‌"Tyler," she began, her voice steady despite the underlying tension, "I've finally mustered the courage to talk to my father about... about us."‌Her words hung in the air, laden with implications of the complexities that intertwined our lives. Sabrina's father, Samuel, was the Beta of the Black Fur Pack, and bridging the gap between our packs held its own challenges.‌"You told him about the... curse?" I inquired, knowing full well the weight of the secret we shared.‌Sabrina nodded, her eyes meeting mine with unwavering resolve. "Yes, and he wants to meet you. He wants

In the quiet hours of the evening, when the moon hung in the sky like a comforting lantern, a melancholy settled within me. The shadows of the past lingered, and the echoes of gossip still reverberated in my mind. In an attempt to find solace, I decided to reach out to the one person who had always been a source of guidance – my father.Uncle Felix's house was filled with subdued sounds as I made my way to his room, hoping to find a moment of privacy. With a deep breath, I dialed my father's number, the anticipation building with each ring."Hello?" His voice, a familiar melody, flowed through the phone."Dad, it's me, Sabrina," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady."Sabrina! How are you, my dear?" His warmth traveled through the phone, a balm to my troubled soul."I'm okay, Dad," I hesitated, the weight of unspoken words lingering. "How's everything at the Black Fur Pack?"There was a pause, a moment where the connection seemed to bridge the distance between us. "Things are goin

"They already fell asleep now."As the night settled in, and the moon bathed the orphanage in a soft glow, I began to gather the remaining blankets. Aunt Ruth, with a gentle smile, joined me in the task. The children, now lost in dreams, were peacefully asleep, their stories and the warmth of the blankets creating a haven of comfort.Aunt Ruth and I made our way towards the exit, the weight of the day's events lingering in the air. As we reached the doorway, the hushed conversations of the women at the orphanage reached my ears."Have you seen how Sabrina interacts with the children? She's a natural with them," one woman remarked, her voice full of admiration."Oh, absolutely. She's like a guardian angel to them," another woman chimed in."Heart of gold, that Sabrina," one of them whispered. "She'd make a perfect Luna for our alpha. Don't you think?"I froze for a moment, curiosity getting the better of me. Hiding behind a pillar, I listened to the exchange unfolding."Oh, absolutely,

"Your cooking always taste wonderfull Aunt Ruth."After a satisfying lunch prepared by Aunt Ruth, she gently tapped my shoulder, her warm smile inviting. "Sabrina, dear, would you mind helping me bring some food to the orphanage in our pack?"I nodded, a sense of purpose filling me. "Of course, Aunt Ruth. I'd be happy to help."We gathered food supplies and some used warm blankets, making our way to the Silver Fang Pack's orphanage. The air was crisp, and the sun cast a golden glow over the landscape.As we walked towards the orphanage, Aunt Ruth began to share some insights. "Sabrina, I thought you should know that these children at the orphanage are the sons and daughters of werewolves who have fallen on the battlefield or died in natural disasters."My heart sank at the gravity of their stories. "That's heartbreaking," I murmured.Aunt Ruth nodded solemnly. "Yes, dear. It's our duty to support them and bring a bit of joy into their lives whenever we can. Many have faced challenges

"Bring her in!" Magnus commanded with authority.The air in the makeshift interrogation room hung heavy with tension as I stood in the shadows, watching my mother, the woman who had raised me, being scrutinized by Magnus. Her tear-streaked face betrayed a mix of fear, desperation, and a pleading hope for understanding.Magnus, the imposing figure of authority, spoke with a sternness that echoed through the room. "Your daughter claims you forced her into corruption. What do you have to say for yourself?"My mother, with quivering lips, vehemently denied the allegations. "I swear, Alpha Magnus, I am innocent. I would never do anything to harm Tania or the pack."But Magnus, unyielding in his pursuit of the truth, began to reveal a series of incidents that cast a damning light on my mother's actions. Each revelation cut through the air like a knife, severing the bonds of trust that had once tied us together."First, you used Tania's name as Luna to forcibly take your neighbor's livestock